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Post by Script on Oct 21, 2011 13:12:21 GMT -5
She smiled, pouring her own cup. "Oh, it has! She's been rather pleasant actually." She leaned in, lowering her voice. "She hasn't even used her rooms at all. She's spent every night in his chambers."
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He smirked. "Why must women wear so much? It uses every ounce of patience not to get my dagger and just rip this off of you."
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Post by raven on Oct 21, 2011 13:14:32 GMT -5
"Oh really?" Tristan raised an eyebrow. "Surprising since three days ago she hated the man," Tristan took a sip.
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Raven laughed, "I say the same thing and not a bit of what we wear is comfortable. Please get it off, I'd like to be able to breath at some point tonight."
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Post by Script on Oct 21, 2011 13:17:36 GMT -5
She shook her head. "Oh, I don't think she every hated him. Quite the opposite, really." She smiled a little, wistful. "I think she always loved him."
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He laughed, finally getting her out of it, then turning her to face him. He swallowed looking her over. "You have grown, Raven..."
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Post by raven on Oct 21, 2011 13:25:23 GMT -5
"Probably, so it was easier to pretend she hated him." He smiled. "They'll be happy together."
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Her cheeks grew a brighter shade of red and chewed on her lip, but she never covered herself. "I'm a woman now, not some girl." She said.
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Post by Script on Oct 21, 2011 13:29:27 GMT -5
Maggie sighed a little dreamily. "It's nice, isn't it. Being lucky enough to marry someone you actually care for."
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"You were never just some girl, Raven." He trailed his hand along her collarbone, down the valley between her breasts. "You were always mine..."
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Post by raven on Oct 21, 2011 13:36:08 GMT -5
"Yes...it is," Tristan said and then licked his lips looking over at her.
Raven shuddered at his touch, goosebumps rising up on her skin. She stepped closer to him, opening the laces of his tunic.
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Post by Script on Oct 21, 2011 13:43:16 GMT -5
Maggie quirked a brow at the way he was looking at her, smiling a little. "I'm flattered you came to see me, Tristan..."
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He let her undress him. He was aching for her, his insides twisting, but he wanted to take his time. This would be the first time he had her in four years.
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Post by raven on Oct 21, 2011 13:44:55 GMT -5
"Of course I came...I've missed you." He admitted and smiled at her.
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Once he was naked she slid her hands up his chest and looked up into his eyes. "You've grown." She stated with a smile.
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Post by Script on Oct 21, 2011 13:49:15 GMT -5
Maggie smiled, touching her hand to his on the table. "I've missed you, too. I regret not being able to dance with you at the wedding."
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He smirked, touching his nose to hers lightly. "I was hoping you wouldn't still see me as the scrawny thing I once was."
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Post by raven on Oct 21, 2011 13:57:39 GMT -5
"I'm sorry as well. I was a bit preoccupied." Tristan had been dispatched as security for the wedding and to make sure that the peasants were having a nice time as well. They had their celebration in the courtyard.
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"How could I ever do that?" She slipped her fingers through his hair and then kissed him deeply.
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Post by Script on Oct 21, 2011 14:00:12 GMT -5
She traced her fingers lightly across his, smiling at him. "It's all right. We both had work to do." She'd been in charge of helping all the ladies dress.
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He kissed her back, just as deeply. His arms wrapped around her middle, his hands running up and down her back as he pulled her against him. He was already hard for her, but he would take his time.
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Post by raven on Oct 21, 2011 14:07:11 GMT -5
Tristan lifted his hand and linked their fingers together. "So tell me, any scandalous stories from the wedding? There usually are."
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Raven wrapped her arms around him, pressing her body close. he was so warm. Her heart was beating, she was nervous. She sighed into the kiss.
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Post by Script on Oct 21, 2011 14:09:52 GMT -5
She laughed, liking the feel of his hand against hers. "Well, Annabelle, Lord and Lady Malcolm's daughter? She was caught in a rather compromising position with a squire. Lady Malcolm nearly dragged her out of that alcove by her hair."
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He kissed her deeply, hands moving slowly over her body. He felt her shiver. "Are you nervous, Raven..?" That surprised him.
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Post by raven on Oct 21, 2011 14:13:00 GMT -5
Tristan laughed, "I would have loved to have seen that. A squire no less. Hopefully not one of ours..." He shook his head.
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She looked up at him and chewed on her lower lip. "A little...it's been a long time..." She admitted. "I know it's silly."
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Post by Script on Oct 21, 2011 14:22:55 GMT -5
She grinned at him. "His name was John...something. I understand her temptation, he was rather good looking."
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He pulled back to look at her. "Have...have you truly only been with me...?" He got a little thrill over the idea.
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